september catch-all { fabric of shame and sorrow's name

[matermali]

WHO: Vanessa Ives (matermali) & Others
WHAT: Friends, food, and fortune.
WHERE: Around town.
WHEN: September
WARNINGS: Cannabis use, blood magic.

( ooc; HMU with a PM or at cherto if you’d like a starter. Vanessa can get up to all sorts of trouble, or maybe even try to help someone out of it. I'll also be throwing her at the meeting log asap.

You may want to check her permissions for possible content warnings and an opt-out. )

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[hypnagothic]

You owe me nothing, Vanessa Ives, though I confess to suspecting that may not last for long while we remain in this place. But it is a good thing to have a confidante, whatever the need may be.

[matermali]

[ There's a slight tilt to her head, but any curiosity he's now brought up must be left for another time or she'll never let him be free. ]

A confidante and companion.

[ She can't imagine him ever confiding in her, but she hopes he understands that the offer is mutual, even when her mood has kept her somewhat low. Especially then, even.

Reaching for his hand, she'll attempt to part with a gentle squeeze, her touch lingering as she speaks with a tone more hushed. ]

Thank you. I told you such things that would cause most to turn away, if they would not merely look to me from across a chasm and condemn from afar...and you did not. It means more than you can know.

[hypnagothic]

[ his hand moves to takes hers as soon as she moves, meeting between them in a gentle embrace. ]

You spoke true earlier regarding the difficulty of my finding anything new. I have seen much in my existence. And I know of nothing that you would, or should, be condemned for.

[ he returns the delicate squeeze before letting his hand fall back to his side. ]

I bid you good morning, lady Vanessa.

[matermali]

[ Vanessa wonders if that means he really has seen all the evils in the world. Is there anything so terrible as to overshadow nightmares? Is that where they've ended up?

Whatever evils she is responsible for surely deserve condemnation, but his words still draw another little, if sad, smile. He says it so easily, and that is so rare that she treasures the kind thought. ]

I will try to keep that to heart. Good morning, Lord Morpheus.

[ One day, truly, she ought to correct his address even if she knows it will likely do absolutely nothing. And yet she should say something, but still she can't think to. She only nods before turning to head back.

What they discussed has given her even more to ponder on, and a busy mind is best for someone like her, so she should appreciate that if not also the company. But the company will be what's best remembered. ]